Dear dear left for Brunei work posting this morning . Before he left, we went to KTV with his friends on Friday night . Saturday, we wentta Beach Road to get his No. 3 pants and had goreng pisang together . Then wentta meet Koh Jin for his favourite bah chor mee at Bedok .
This morning, his uncle came to drive us to the airport . And he left for his 0905hrs flight and asked his buddy to send me home . I didn't cry . . . in front of him, because i know he doesn't wanna go too, not that he had a choice .
I came home, washed my face and head to bed . Initially i thought that i really wasn't tired because my mind was fulla him . But i laid down anyway, a pillow and two blankets - one mine and the other his . And i cried to sleep .
Funny thing is . . . i don't feel excited at all . I thought i'd be, for finally there'll be time for me to go clubbing, as and when i like . But i realized i'd rather go to Brunei with him and suffer, than to stay here without him and have fun .
I felt so empty . With him around, everyday is a pleasant day . Right now, every place is a memory . And everything i do is so weird, like something is not right .
One year starts today, and there's 96 more days to Valentine's day and Chinese New Year .
Dear dear, i'm missing you since the moment you stepped into the transit area .
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